It was the end of the month, early morning before the sky had brightened.
Inside Room C-7, Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, ending the four hours he had spent on Inner Qi Cultivation.
A faint cyan glint deep within his pupils quietly faded.
Sensing the ceaselessly flowing Inner Qi in his meridians—far more vigorous and condensed than it had been half a month ago—the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift into the faintest of smiles.
Half a month had passed since he consumed the Earth Core Stone Milk, and its effects were nothing short of heaven-defying.
The newly opened Weijing Acupoint was now nearly seventy percent full. It wouldn't be long before it was completely filled with Inner Qi, allowing him to break through to the Late Stage of Eighth Grade.
Such a rate of Cultivation was unbelievable, not just to his peers, but even to Fang Han himself at first.
